Having very strange dreams. I fell asleep with the tv on the night before. Never really did that before or since. Woke up between the two impacts.
I was up all night studying in college. I went bed at like 4am to get maybe 5 hours of sleep before a big exam. Woke up at at like 7 am to my roommate and his friends being loud as fuck. I was pissed because I really needed sleep. Walked out to living room to tell them to stfu. They looked at me with wide eyes, and pointed at the tv.
A few minutes later the second plane hit. Jfc. What a moment.
I knew then that exam wasn’t happening, and that the world had changed. I was angry about the attack. That this people were robbed of their lives, and their families were suffering.
And I was angry because I knew it meant more endless wars. More bush. More government spy programs. And more flag waving by a mob of riled up idiots. I hated myself for being cynical. Hoping I was wrong.
Sitting at home, other side of the planet, chatting to friends on IRC - somewhere around midnight local time.
Someone suddenly said “A PLANE JUST HIT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER THE PICTURES ARE HORRIBLE” - turned on the TV, a few minutes later the news started filtering in.
I had work in the morning, so I had to go to bed within a couple of hours. My overall thoughts on the night:
- Fuck.
- Gotta admit, that was clever.
- Hoooo boy there’s going to be trouble over this
- Fuck.
On about the 48th floor of 101 California in San Francisco a Deutsche Bank floor and the scene of a notorious mass murder previously. We got right the fuck out of there.
